thearena | Kurt's death & [OPEN]

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Kurt's death & [OPEN]

Who| Kurt Hummel, Lindsey McDonald, Blaine Anderson, Diana Prince and anyone else who wants to interact with Kurt. :|b
What| This is a catch-all log for Kurt during Week 4. He will be dying in this log, but any interactions beforehand are fair game.
Where| Fantasyland and Tomorrowland (where the death will happen)
When| This week!
Warnings/Notes| DEATH AND SUBSEQUENT KLAINGST. Kurt's tags will be in actionspam but feel free to tag in any format you wish.

[Time drags on. There are moments of pure terror--like the feast--but they're sandwiched between long stretches of nothing that make Kurt feel like he's about to jump out of his skin. Not to mention Blaine's been treating him like he's made of glass--and while he appreciates the concern and knows where it's coming from, it's gotten smothering.

So he takes the first chance to go and look for supplies, heading on his own to the orange trees just as the sun is beginning to set. He's a fairly good climber, all things considered-- He remembers one time in elementary school when kids had been bullying him, and he'd scrambled up the tallest tree he could find. He'd been out of dodge, sure, but as soon as the bullies left he'd realized he couldn't get down. He'd cried and cried until his Dad came to get him, carrying him safely down to solid ground.

A smile tugs at his lips as he recalls that memory, and how things have changed since then. He gets about halfway up the tree and starts picking.]

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[ Brendan's pretty sure the kid is unarmed--unarmed and either not scared at all or not scared enough. The only other option is that he's over-confident, but a quick mental assessment says he's not.

Hell, the guy looks like a little hummel figurine.

Brendan, never mind that, was in a spot. He could play it safe or he could and hide, or he could attack the other with the plank of wood he'd wrenched off of the Frontierland doors and wrapped a makeshift handle with his dark green cloak. Or he could just...ask. ]

How do you know they're not out to get you? [ He motions to the oranges once he decides to show himself, wooden plank down. ]

[Kurt very nearly topples out of the tree in surprise. He looks down at the boy, startled and more than a little afraid. There's no way he could get away if the boy decided to climb up after him, and he's got no weapons--]

Do you-- Do you want one? [A feeble attempt at a peace offering.]

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[ Brendan's brow raises, shifting to the left, unsure about the other's generosity. ]

You take a bite out of it, first. Can't risk being on the nut, dig?"

[ Disneyland was huge, but as much as Lindsey wished to go to the magical kingdom as a child, there really wasn't much to see in this post apocalyptic version. The magic was gone and he settled for surviving the place instead.

Two places he liked moving between was Tomorrowland where the fruit trees were and Fantasyland with that destroyed carousel.

Right now he was walking back down towards the fruit trees, trusty metal bar balanced on one shoulder when he saw there was someone in the trees. He hadn't bumped into anyone for a few days now... and the kid here looked young. ]

What do we have here?

[Surprisingly, Kurt hasn't ran into anyone yet in the arena who has actively tried to attack him. Indeed, he'd been beginning to get a false sense of security until Blaine had told him everything that had happened to him before. Now he is much more guarded and wary, though he doesn't make any move to attack this man or flee from him.

He just sort of stands there, still far too naive.]

Who are you?

Name's Lindsey McDonald, district 5.

[ He all but sauntered up his last few steps. The weight of the metal bar of that size must be heavy, but there was no indication from where it rested on his shoulder. Instead, he looked to the oranges that hung on the tree. ]

You know, I've never seen oranges in trees before now. I've only seen them in supermarkets. But with all the things about the forbidden fruit in Disney, you'd have thought there'd be more apple trees around.

[He stays put, confused but apprehensive. Slowly he plucks an orange and offers it.]

Here.

[ The kid was cute. Really, it made Lindsey feel a twinge of regret for what he was about to do. But it was going to happen sooner or later in the game and it wasn't a permanent death.

The metal bar on his shoulder came down to rest its point on the ground with a heavy thump. ]

Thanks, but I'll grab some later. Tree's full of them.

I have something else to take care of first.

[Kurt's heart begins to thump wildly. He's scared; this guy is scaring him. He's up high now, though, and to climb down would take some work. It's definitely too far to jump. His mind is whirring as he keeps his eyes fixed on the man below.]

Stay away.

[Like that will do any good.]

Stay away?

[ Lindsey chuckled at that, the sound wasn't a friendly one. ]

Kid, you have any idea what sort of game you're in? I'm sorry, I really am, but the show must go on and all that.

[ Picking up an orange on the ground, he hefted it and threw it upwards to see if he could knock his prize down. ]

[Kurt has had things thrown at him before, and dodges easily, but this isn't a school playground. It's life and death, and he needs to get away. Quickly he flings his own orange, aiming for the man's head, then moves to slide down the tree trunk. It hurts, burning and scraping his hands, but he manages to descend enough to jump the rest of the way.

He runs. He's good at this part, too. Run away little faggot, run home to your daddy.]

Help me! [He shrieks as loud as he can, stumbling on the ground as he runs.] Blaine--

[ The kid really was better off if he remained in the tree. Lindsey was distracted from the kid coming down from ducking the orange, but as soon as he could, he started chasing after the younger man.

It was when the boy started screaming that he knew he had to do something about it and fast.

Taking that metal bar he carried, its sharp end already stained with brown, Lindsey heaved and threw it like a javelin at that retreating back. ]

[He shouldn't have wandered off, he kept thinking. Why had he wandered off--]

Blaine! Blaine-- [He cries out desperately--and it sounds like a cry for help, but it might not be, it might be something completely different that he'll ruminate on later when he gets back to Blaine and can apologize for running off when he promised he wouldn't and--

It's a slight sound, like a breath of wind, and Kurt is forced forward by gravity before anything else. Then he's utterly still, doubled over and in complete shock, and he stares down at the sharp object now sticking out of his chest.

Oh.]

[ Well, that worked well.

Once fallen, Lindsey could take his time to walk up to the kid though he still didn't take too long. This Blaine person might come at any time and he didn't want to be catch unaware.

Approaching the fallen kid, he stood over him like an executioner as he placed his hand on the protruding tip from the young man's back. ]

Sorry. Really, no hard feelings... Here, I'll make it quick.

[ And he yanked the bar back out. ]

[The removal hurts far worse than the initial impaling, somehow, and Kurt sucks in a gasp and pitches forward onto the ground.

He lays slumped on his side, squirming like a hurt animal. His fingers claw at the grass in front of him as if trying to crawl forward, and he stares at the blood all over them. His blood. He feels so cold all of a sudden.]

[Blaine heard the first scream and dropped everything he was doing. It took him only a short while to get to where he knew Kurt would be, but it still took too long to get there. When he got into view it was in just enough time to see Lindsey pull the bar from Kurt's body.

He knows what it means, but it's something that his brain can't entirely process at first. There's pure shock for a moment until Kurt moves, hurt and scared.]

No! [Blaine screams. The sound of it one of pure grief and shock, and it leaves him without him even really meaning for it to. Indescribable anguish fills him and without thinking about his own safety for the fact that Lindsey could just as easily drive that thing through him he rubs towards Kurt. He doesn't want Kurt to be alone.]

[Scouting is starting to feel more and more pointless, as there are hardly any supplies left to find and most of the other Tributes appear to be as set on hiding away as Diana's group.

When she hears the scream she curses herself for a fool, running towards the sound rather than where she'd left them--from now on they're coming along no matter how loud they would be.]

Blaine! [She sees Blaine before she sees Kurt and the other man and she's reaching for him while taking in the scene. She can already tell that there is little to be done for Kurt and now she concentrates on trying to grab Blaine, keep him from doing anything rash while the threat is still present.]

You've done your work. [She sounds cold and furious and she wants to grab the nearest boulder and whip it at the man, but that won't help Kurt at this point and if she goes after every killer in this place she'd have no time to protect the others.] Leave, before you find yourself in the same condition.

[ Lindsey would've attacked this Blaine who rushed towards him too, nearly did, if there wasn't someone else also coming at the shout. Two against one wasn't the odds he preferred so he moved back out of the way, his expression locked in a half smirk as he backpedaled towards safer grounds. ]

Right. Time for the villain to beat a hasty retreat.

No hard feelings.

[ Ducking behind the corner of the building where he came, he turned and quickly ran away from there. ]

[Everything is a whirl of color and sound. Kurt's skin has gone from white to pale grey, and he's shaking violently on the ground. He keeps squirming and clawing, trying to keep the sensation from leaving his limbs, but it isn't working.

Distantly he hears Blaine's voice, and tries to say something. Instead, bright frothy red blood gathers at his lips and he coughs--the movement is agonizing. Terrified tears begin to roll down his cheeks.]

[Blaine attention is on Kurt. Diana does catch him to start, probably saving his life from Lindsey's action. He fights against her for a moment, screaming still with pain that he isn't able to express in any other way.

At the words 'no hard feelings' he finally looks at Kurt's murder, furious and hurt. No hard feelings. God, the people who played the Game were all so sick. At least the words had cut out the horrible sound that had been coming from him, replacing his grief for a moment as it was overridden by intense hate.

When Lindsey is gone he struggles out of Diana's arms and runs right to Kurt, sliding to the ground by him.]

No, no, no, no, no. [He says it repeatedly under his breath as he takes off the tattered cape from his costume and bunches it up so that he can press it to the wound in Kurt's body. He knows it won't do any good, but he doesn't know what else to do.] Please don't die. You can't die, Kurt. You can't.

[But it's useless, bloody foam is already coming out of his mouth and that bright light in his eyes is already fading.]

[Diana lets Blaine go and follows him closely, stopping short of Kurt's prone form. Blaine's attempt at first aid isn't enough, but nothing really would be so she doesn't try to stop him, just stands nearby wordlessly, keeping an eye on both them and their surroundings, giving them as much of a moment as she can without leaving them vulnerable.]

[His lung is collapsing, so his breathing is sharp and labored and indescribably painful. Still he reaches out with his fingers, clawing at Blaine's shirt instead of the grass.]

Bl-- Blai... [More blood bubbles up at his lips. His eyes are wide and terrified as he looks at Blaine, and he tries to form words. I'm sorry, maybe. But he can't. Suddenly he can't do anything anymore.

His head lolls lifelessly to the side and his arm falls.]

[A cannon sounds and Blaine yells again. He can't process what he's seeing and hearing. It has to be a mistake. A horrible mistake. Blaine keeps his hands on Kurt, pressing the cloth into a wound that has already done it's work.] NO! No he's not dead! You made a mistake!

Kurt, wake up. Wake up and show them you're not dead.

[The ship to take his body is already on it's way, but Blaine isn't going to move until he's dragged away.

Kurt's not dead. He can't be. He's too good, too kind and compassionate and smart and too perfect to be taken away from him like this. But none of that changes anything. Kurt is still gone.

Diana will have to pull Blaine away, otherwise he's going to stay on top of Kurt's corpse until the Capitol punishes him for tampering with the process they have for getting rid of the bodies.]

He's not dead! [He yells to the cameras he knows are around, as if that will change anything.]

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[Diana hates to deprive Blaine of his chance to grieve so abruptly after, but the ship is coming and her skin crawls knowing that everyone in the Capitol is watching a boy sob over someone he loves and feeling entertained.]

Blaine, we need to go. [She speaks low and urgent, a hand on Blaine's shoulder, then wraps her arm around him when it's clear he's not moving away of his own accord. She lifts him easily, pulling him away and turning so he doesn't have to watch the body being taken. She's still murmuring in his ear, trying vainly to keep it private.]

Listen to me, Blaine, you know it's not permanent, you know he'll be back, you'll see him as soon as you're out. You have to remember that. [She doesn't dare think about what would happen if Kurt is one of the few who are never returned. She doubts Blaine could handle that possibility.

She sets him down in a spot of relative shelter, keeping her hands on his shoulders, blinking away her own tears of anger, frustration, guilt.]

[Her words at least stopped him from trying to fight her to get back to Kurt's body. Instead, he turned his head into her body, not wanting to leave Kurt until the ship took him away, but also not wanting to watch as it did.

The ship hoovered over them for a moment, as if waiting to see if Blaine would throw himself on Kurt's body and give it something more to do by punishing him. When instead he closed his eyes and cried into Diana's arms, it did it's work to pick up Kurt and took him away.

Blaine whimpered quietly, forcing himself to get control of his sobs.]

I don't know what to do. [He says it pathetically, hoping that she'll give him orders to force him to walk away from the blood still on the ground. Kurt's blood.]

[Diana wraps her arms around Blaine for a long moment while the ship does it's work.] You survive, that's all you need to do right now. And for that the best thing is to return to camp. Can you walk?

[Blaine looks back at the spot where Kurt had been. A part of him doesn't want to leave. He doesn't ever want to leave Kurt alone, but Kurt's not here anymore. Not even his body is there.

Slowly, he nods his head and moves with her, heading back towards their camp.]

[Diana keeps Blaine in front of her, Kurt's terrible end making her paranoid about letting the boy out of her sight just yet, and there's a part of her that fears that Blaine would simply stop and refuse to move if she wasn't there to push him.

They reach the camp and Diana urges Blaine to sit while she fetches some of their water and a spare bit of cloth she tears from her rapidly shrinking cape.] Here, for your hands. [She wets the cloth and holds it out him. There's not much they can do about the blood and his clothes, not with no spare outfits around.]

[Blaine shakes his head and pulls his hands into his chest, hiding them away from the water. He doesn't want to wash off Kurt's blood. It's proof that Kurt had once been alive and with him. He closes his eyes and folds in on himself again, feeling himself start to cry all over.]

[She frowns, feeling that allowing Blaine to sit there with Kurt's blood on his hands can only make things worse, and reaches to gently pull one hand away.] Let me. Please.

[Slowly, and only because she's asking so nicely, Blaine moves his arm to let her take his hand. He cleaning away the blood just ends up making him cry again. He hates how pathetic he's being but he can't stop himself.]

[Diana careful as she wipes his hands clean and once that's done she takes the cloth with her when she goes to get another scrap, bundling up the bloody one to be disposed of so Blaine won't come across it again. She returns with the new, relatively clean bit of cloth, also dampened, and holds it towards him, to clean his face while he cries.] I've always found that the worst part of crying, the crying itself I mean, is the mess. Makes you feel even worse.

[Blaine sniffs, sucking back some of the build up of liquid in his nose and nods.]

I hate crying for a lot of reasons.

Me too. [Diana took Blaine now clean hands in hers.] I'm an, what's do they call it, 'ugly crier'. Terrible mess, everytime, but nobody ever believes me when I tell them.

[Blaine probably would have told her that he couldn't picture her crying at all, if he wasn't so distracted by what she was doing. He stared at his hands as she started to wash Kurt away from them.]

[Diana let the conversation fade into silence until she was finished, and then she stared at Blaine's hands as well for a long moment before clasping them in hers.] I'm sorry, Blaine. I am so, terribly sorry.

[He doesn't know what to do so he just nods, accepting her sympathy but not sure he can really reply to it.]

[It's not just sympathy, it's guilt, the responsibility Diana feels for Blaine's current pain, but there's now way she can think to express that right now that won't be even more burdensome for him, so she doesn't say anything either. She just moves so she's sitting next to him, still keeping one hand in hers.]

[For all that Diana feels she's grown close to Blaine in the short time she's known him, Kurt and her feel much more distance. Of course, that's probably not helped by how their entire interaction has taken place in the Arena, where there's not much time for bonding and she spends most of it trying to keep two teenage boys and a southern belle alive.

But busy or not she has a compulsion to get to know people, and so this evening she sidles up to him.]

Have you been here before? To the one back in your world, I mean?

[Not the best conversation starter, but the only other thing they really have in common is Blaine and she senses that's a touchy subject, not something to bring up right away.]

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[It takes a minute for him to realize what she's talking about. He's sitting up next to a tree, peeling an orange.]

Once, when I was really little. [A wistful smile.] I mean, it was just me and my dad, and he wasn't quite as excited about the princesses as I was. But it was fun.

[He hands her half of the peeled orange.]

How about you?

[She probably shouldn't take it, she's far more used to going without food than she suspects these boys are, but she smiles and accepts it anyway. It seems rude not to.]

A few times, with friends. My little sister, once. I never thought of bringing my mother, but now I might. I think she'd like it.

[She laughs, small and soft.] Although I'm not sure what she'd say about the princesses.

[He smiles, very slightly.] What's your mother like?

[Diana breaks the orange apart and her smile widens, thinking of her mother.] She's the strongest woman I know. Wise, and so so kind. She's had a long life and made mistakes, but she's never shied away from the consequences and the reparations.

I miss her, but that's not a new feeling. [She thinks of those horrible years when her mother was gone, in a paradise out of Diana's reach, or the equally horrible circumstances of her resurrection, but doesn't mention those aloud.] I left home a long time ago and I don't visit as often as I like. What about your father, what's he like?

[He's curious about what happened to make her leave, but that's not exactly something you just bring up in conversation. Instead he munches on his orange, enjoying the way she talks fondly about her mother. It makes him think about his own, but not in a sad way.]

He's about as different from me as a person can get. [He giggles.] But somehow we work.

I think that's a sign of a good family. Very different people who fit together perfectly. My mother is my only biological family, [For a given definition of biological] but I have many people I consider family. And they are all quite different.

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Kurt's death & [OPEN]

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Sorry this took so long.

s'all good

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A little Diana and Kurt bonding earlier in the week?

yay :D

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